Claritas claritatum: decemberhavet,
ännu ofruset, kanske nollgradigt,
speglande i sitt ljusa glas
årets stillaste stiltje.
Bottnen skön på tre meters djup:
sanden räfflad i grått och grönt,
musslan blåsvart och snäckan vit,
tången jodbrun med bronsstänk.
Nu marmoreras himlen.
Sannolikt solnedgång.
Lyckligt visslande, utan fångst,
går spinnspöfiskaren hem.
Claritas claritatum: the December sea,
as yet unfrozen, perhaps close to freezing,
mirroring in its shining glass
the year’s stillest inertia.
The bed beautiful three metres down:
the sand fluted in grey and green,
the mussel blue-black and shell chalk-white,
wrack iodine-brown, flecked with bronze.
The sky now grows marbled.
Most probably sunset.
Happily whistling, with no catch,
the spinning-rod angler goes home.
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